Chapter 49: Chapter 49 : Home Alone

After leaving the shrine, Haruto headed home. Kana would be leaving for Kyoto in the afternoon, and they had agreed to meet again at the train station before she left. The thought lingered in his mind, bringing a quiet mix of warmth and unease.

The sky had turned pale blue by now, the last traces of sunset fading behind the rooftops. The evening air was cool, carrying the faint smell of rain from somewhere far away. Haruto walked slowly, his thoughts drifting between Kana’s words and the memory of her gentle smile.

As he turned onto the main road leading to his neighborhood, he suddenly spotted Miyu walking a little ahead of him. She was carrying a small bag, her hair swaying lightly with each step.

"Miyu!" he called out.

She turned, surprised, then smiled when she saw him. "Haruto? You’re heading home too?"

"Yeah," he replied, catching up to her. "No one’s home today... my parents went out for the evening. Want to come over for a bit?"

Miyu hesitated for a moment, glancing up at him shyly. "To your house?"

He nodded. "Just to hang out. It’s been a while since we had time to talk."

After a brief pause, she gave a small smile and nodded. "Alright."

They walked side by side down the quiet street, their footsteps echoing softly on the pavement. The sky had darkened now, stars beginning to appear between drifting clouds. The world around them felt calm and still — just the two of them, walking together toward Haruto’s house.

The quiet of Haruto’s house enveloped them, the faint hum of the drizzle outside muffled by the wooden walls. The living room, with its low table and cedar-scented air, felt intimate, the absence of anyone else amplifying the tension between Haruto and Miyu. They stood close, shoes off, Miyu’s umbrella leaning against the wall, her schoolbag forgotten by the door. The air was cool, but a heat was building, sparked by the way their eyes lingered on each other, a shared, unspoken desire igniting after the morning’s intensity with Kana still lingered in Haruto’s veins.

Miyu stepped closer, her cheeks flushed, her breath quickening. Haruto felt it too, a sudden rush of want, his body responding to her nearness. Without a word, he closed the gap, his hand brushing her arm before pulling her into a deep, hungry kiss. Their lips crashed together, urgent and wet, tongues tangling as saliva glistened, dripping slightly from the corner of Miyu’s mouth. The kiss was messy, raw, her soft moans muffled against his lips as she pressed herself closer, her fingers gripping his damp shirt.

Haruto’s hands moved to her waist, tugging at the hem of her sweater, his fingers grazing the warm skin beneath. He pulled back just enough to lift it over her head, the fabric catching briefly on her arms before falling to the floor, revealing her simple white bra, the outline of her nipples faintly visible. Miyu’s breath hitched, her eyes locked on his, dark with need. He unhooked her bra with slow deliberation, letting it slide down her arms, exposing her breasts—soft, full, with pink nipples hardening in the cool air. He leaned in, his lips closing around one nipple, sucking gently at first, then harder, his tongue flicking over the sensitive bud. Miyu gasped, a sharp, trembling moan escaping her, her fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer.

His hands roamed lower, finding the waistband of her skirt. He unbuttoned it, letting it fall to pool at her feet, leaving her in just her panties—light blue, slightly damp from the rain and her growing arousal. Haruto’s fingers traced the edge of the fabric, feeling the heat radiating from her skin. He knelt before her, his eyes meeting hers for a moment, seeking permission. Miyu nodded, her lips parted, a soft flush spreading across her chest. He hooked his fingers into her panties, pulling them down slowly, the fabric sliding over her thighs to reveal her pussy, already slick, the faint scent of her arousal mixing with the cedar air.

Haruto leaned in, his breath warm against her inner thigh, kissing the soft skin before moving closer. His tongue traced a slow, deliberate line along her folds, tasting her, the mix of her wetness and the faint tang of rain intoxicating. Miyu’s moan was louder now, a raw, needy sound as her legs trembled, one hand bracing against his shoulder. He licked her gently, his tongue exploring every inch, circling her clit with soft, teasing strokes before pressing more firmly, drawing a shuddering cry from her. Her pussy pulsed under his mouth, her arousal coating his lips as he sucked lightly, savoring her taste, his hands steadying her hips as she rocked slightly, lost in the sensation.

The room was quiet save for Miyu’s moans and the faint patter of rain outside, the world beyond the house forgotten. Haruto’s cock strained against his pants, hard and aching, but he focused on her, his tongue moving with slow precision, each lick drawing her closer to the edge, her breaths coming faster, her fingers tightening in his hair.

The air in Haruto’s living room was thick with the scent of cedar and the raw, electric charge of their shared desire. The faint drizzle outside pattered softly against the windows, a distant rhythm that underscored the intimacy unfolding within the quiet house. Miyu’s moans still echoed in Haruto’s ears, her taste lingering on his lips as he knelt before her, his tongue having just coaxed her to the edge of release. Her pussy glistened, slick with her arousal, her thighs trembling as she steadied herself against his shoulders, her fingers gripping him tightly. Her breasts, bare and flushed, rose and fell with each uneven breath, her nipples hard in the cool air.

Miyu’s eyes, dark and heavy with want, met his as she reached for him, her hands fumbling with the waistband of his pants. Her fingers, still trembling from the pleasure he’d given her, worked quickly, unbuttoning and unzipping with a quiet urgency. She tugged his pants down, the damp fabric catching briefly on his thighs before falling to his ankles. His underwear followed, and his cock sprang free, thick and fully erect, pulsing with need. The sight of it drew a soft gasp from Miyu, her cheeks flushing deeper as she wrapped her fingers around him, her touch tentative at first, then firmer, feeling the heat and weight of him in her hand. Haruto groaned low, the sensation of her soft palm against his sensitive skin sending a jolt through his body.

Miyu sank to her knees, the wooden floor cool beneath her, her eyes never leaving his. She leaned forward, her breath warm against his cock, and pressed a soft kiss to the tip, her lips parting to taste the bead of precum already forming. Haruto’s breath hitched, his hands instinctively finding her hair, fingers threading gently through the damp strands. She took him into her mouth slowly, her lips stretching around his girth, her tongue swirling along the underside as she moved. The wet heat of her mouth was overwhelming, her saliva coating him, making each slow bob of her head slick and smooth. She moaned softly, the vibration humming through his cock, drawing a low, guttural groan from Haruto. Her hand gripped the base, stroking in time with her mouth, her lips sliding down further, taking him deeper, her tongue teasing the sensitive ridge of his head with every pull back.

Miyu’s pace was unhurried but deliberate, her eyes flicking up to meet his, the sight of her lips wrapped around him driving him wild. Her breasts swayed slightly as she moved, the soft curves catching the dim light filtering through the window. She sucked harder, her cheeks hollowing, her tongue pressing firmly against him, and Haruto’s hips twitched involuntarily, his control fraying. "Miyu," he rasped, his voice thick with need, his fingers tightening in her hair but careful not to push her. She responded with a deeper moan, taking him as far as she could, her throat constricting briefly around him before she pulled back, saliva glistening on her lips, a thin strand connecting her mouth to his cock.

The intensity was too much, and Haruto gently pulled her up, their lips crashing together in a messy, desperate kiss, the taste of himself mingling with her saliva. He guided her backward, her bare skin brushing against the low table in the center of the room. She sat on its edge, her legs parting instinctively, her pussy still glistening, swollen from his earlier attention. Haruto stood between her thighs, his cock brushing against her inner thigh, the contact sending a shiver through them both. He looked into her eyes, seeking permission, and Miyu nodded, her breath hitching, her hands gripping his shoulders as she whispered, "Please."

He positioned himself, the tip of his cock pressing against her pussy, feeling the wet heat of her entrance. Slowly, so slowly, he pushed inside, her warmth enveloping him, tight and slick, drawing a low moan from both of them. Her pussy stretched around him, gripping him tightly as he filled her, inch by inch, until he was buried deep. Miyu’s head tilted back, a raw, trembling moan escaping her lips, her nails digging into his shoulders. Haruto paused, letting her adjust, savoring the way her body pulsed around him, the rain outside a soft counterpoint to their ragged breaths.

He began to move, his thrusts slow but deep, each one deliberate, pulling out nearly all the way before sliding back in, the slick friction driving them both wild. Miyu’s moans grew louder, her legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him closer, urging him deeper. Her breasts bounced softly with each thrust, her nipples brushing against his chest, the sensation electric. Haruto’s hands gripped her hips, steadying her on the table as he kept his pace steady, not rushing, letting the pleasure build. Her pussy clenched tighter with each thrust, her arousal coating him, making every movement slicker, smoother.

Miyu’s moans turned to gasps, her body arching as she neared the edge, her fingers digging into his back. "Haruto," she whimpered, her voice breaking, her pussy tightening almost painfully around his cock. The sound of her, the feel of her, pushed him closer to release, his thrusts growing slightly faster but still controlled, deep and purposeful. He leaned down, kissing her neck, sucking lightly on the sensitive skin as she cried out, her body trembling as her orgasm hit, her pussy pulsing around him, milking him with each wave of pleasure.

The sensation was too much, and Haruto followed, his cock throbbing as he came, his cum spilling deep inside her, warm and thick. He groaned, his hips stuttering as he filled her, the intensity leaving him breathless. They stayed like that for a moment, locked together, their breaths mingling, the table creaking faintly under their weight. As he slowly pulled out, his cum dripped from her pussy, glistening as it slid down her inner thigh, mixing with her arousal and the faint sheen of rain still clinging to her skin. Miyu’s cheeks were flushed, her eyes half-lidded, a soft, sated smile on her lips as she leaned into him, their bodies still close, the quiet of the house wrapping around them as the drizzle continued outside.